The Virtual Muser

Writing ourselves into oblivion

“I don’t want to get up. I can’t go on like this,” my character said, lying in the bed I had written for him. “How do you get up in the morning?” he asked me. “I pretend that I am you.” “How does that help?” “For a moment nothing appears real.” Ah, the luxury of […]

Here’s looking at you, kid.

In my early years I like the early summer mornings, stepping out of the shower to feel the cool breeze on my naked skin. Slowly letting my body air dry. This is my hour, not to be shared with anyone else as I move through the house, still dripping wet. A few days ago, while […]

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